famine

 

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famine
over time,
the moon falls apart in pieces,
a cracked egg,
spilling yellow, wispy clouds,
among a sprinkling of stars.

this great immensity
(silent, unknowable, pagan)
threatens to swallow me whole
and spit me out.

dark and light:
the moonbeams run pale
along the crevices and cracks,
amorphously filling,
ravenous for space.

i am famine.

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